sometimes I hate being a cancer...
Filled with silly notions of love and romance that soar and fizzle faster than the candles on my birthday cake...
Giving my all, reckless hopes, runaway dreams that never fill my fantasies...
Fantasies of once in a life time, are dashed with sprinkles of confusion and sadness...
Cancers fall like ancient stars in matters of the heart, all in, sink or swim...
And my heart sank perhaps for the last time tonight...
I let you go not because it was my choice ...
The cancer in me cares more about your heart than my own...
A heart that has been pressured and broken more times than my heart can glue back together...
I'd like to give this sign back and be a Scorpio and just stop caring...
Because this one hurts more than the cancer in me can bear...
all the stars in the sky can't brighten the tears that fall tonight from my loving eyes...
Cancer love?
...I fell and never looked back...
...tomorrow I'll still remember you...
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Words From The Heart-Poems
PoesíaA series of heartfelt poems that stir the soul, loins and desires.